Kamaal: Infidelity With An Infidel

Kamaal: Infidelity With an Infidel

Episode 3: Part:1

The year was ending. 2015 had been a very eventful year. I had come back from the US the previous year in July, with a great job after an interview in New York. I had done well at my job. Our division chief was so impressed with my work that I had been promoted just after one year. Not without some unpleasant experiences with my immediate superior who had exacted a few sexual favors. But all that was behind me. I was back home with my family. Back with old friends and some great new ones.

Our crowd was an exclusive one, partying and enjoying life to the fullest. We were all very discreet about each other's private lives. The Christmas eve parties that year had been fabulous. I was looking forward to the New Year's Eve parties with great anticipation. It was here that it all began with Kamaal. I was out with friends, going to several New Year's Eve parties, drinking and dancing. We ended up close to midnight at a friend's farmhouse party. Nearly everyone was sozzled. The dancing was wild. Guys were getting more adventurous, the girls shedding their normal inhibitions.

Till the new year was rung in, it was all just lots of noisy laughter and furious dancing. I danced with Kamaal a couple of times. And then it got wild after the New Year was rung in. With loud cheering the old year was over and the new one started with a bang. The dancing became crazy. Everyone was dancing in a frenzy of arms and legs and bodies twisting and gyrating and the guys grabbing and pawing the girls openly. The girls were dancing wantonly, throwing their bodies into voluptuous contortions.

After 2.00 AM the energy flagged. Some of the guests started leaving. A few couples were disappearing discreetly to the farmhouse's many bedrooms. I felt like going to the restroom. So, I went and found an empty bedroom and used the bathroom. As I came out of the bathroom, I saw that Kamaal was in the bedroom. Thinking that like me he had come in search of an empty bathroom I smiled at him and said "Wow. Some party." He laughed and said " Wow. Some you."

And then he came towards me as though he was going to the bathroom. As he was about to pass me, he suddenly reached out and grabbed me by the waist. Pulling me to him he smothered me with kisses on the mouth. I tried to push him away laughing, still in the euphoria of the party. Through the alcohol-induced haze I realized that Kamaal was deadly serious. I remember saying," Please don't. Someone may come in". He laughed and said, "Don't bother. I have locked the door. No one can come in." Then it came to me that he had been stalking me the whole evening.

The couple of dances we had shared were not accidental. He was now pushing me back against the wall next to the bathroom door. As I squirmed and tried to push him off, I felt I was resisting reluctantly. I was drunk. My body, despite not wanting to, was responding eagerly to his assault. Since coming back from the US, the only thing missing in my life had been good sex. Pushed back against the wall I was writhing against Kamaal, as his mouth sought my cleavage. His other hand was behind me cupping my buttocks and kneading them.

Without realizing my hand had crept down to explore his hardness. I felt the huge lump in his pants throbbing in my hand waiting to be freed from its confines. Now as ardent as he was, I unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped them as I felt him pulling up my saree with my petticoat. As I pulled down his underwear the huge thick circumcised dick reared up in my hand. I gasped. It was enormous. So thick my fingers could hardly wrap themselves around it. Kamaal had in the meanwhile hitched up my saree around my waist and pulled down my panties, which slid down to my ankles.

As he leaned down to pull off my panties from my ankles his huge Muslim cock escaped my fingers. But only for an instant. Straightening up he unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked my bra, lifting it up to free my breasts. The fingers of his other hand had found the guardian of my womanhood- the bud that guarded the portals of my inner depth. His mouth was harsh and demanding, worrying my full breasts as he bit and sucked them. His dick was now rearing as it came back into my hand seeking the ministration that only a woman's hand can give. As my fingers gripped it, stroked it and squeezed it I felt his body grow taut.

We were both caught up in a vortex of passion when the mind and body had broken out of all restraint. His ravenous lust had ignited in me a wildness that could brook no delay. Throwing my arms around his neck I pulled myself up with a small leap and scissored my legs around his waist, my heels drumming against the small of his back. His left hand cupped my right butt cheek, fingers digging in even as he assisted me to jump astride his waist.

His other hand was holding his hard cock directing it to the now moist lips of my cunt. I felt it huge, bulbous and throbbing at the entrance of my cleft and then he thrust up and into me. I screamed with pleasure and a twinge of pain as that enormous "supaara" (dickhead) surged into me. Kamaal pushed my shoulder hard against the wall as he surged into me. Both his hands were now on my rump gripping hard as he gave a flurry of relentless thrusts.

As I clung to him, arms around his neck my thighs gripping his waist, his right hand wrapped around my hips hoisting me up in the air as his unhooded Muslim shaft forced itself into my body. Unable to restrain myself I started moving impaling my cunt on his enormous hardness. As he plunged his stiff rod deeper and deeper into my moist depths I was grinding down on his "lund" (cock). The bulbous supaara was exploring every fold and nook of my womanhood as it crashed against the mouth of my womb.

In a frenzy of sensual enjoyment I arched back, and Kamaal held me like that because of his great strength. The puffy mouth of my cleft was jammed against his hairy pubes grasping his shaft tightly. I suddenly felt a burst of immense pleasure as it defused all over my body. I screamed as I came. Kamaal let me ride the wave of passion holding himself hard and erect inside me. Jammed against the wall I just felt his supaara throbbing inside me. Halting just briefly for my pleasure to crest, he started thrusting again. He returned to the assault with renewed vigor.

His thick manhood was a throbbing shaft of fire invading me relentlessly, surging within my moist sheath. Spearing me as his mouth was ravening my breasts, biting licking and then biting again. I was sure he was leaving hickeys all over my bosom and neck which I would have to hide somehow next day. I hung there suspended on his monstrous cock wiggling and writhing as his palm was flat against my buttocks. I suddenly felt him heave hard into me and then grunt as he shot wad after wad of hot scalding cum deep into my cunt.

I moaned and spasmed with him grasping his manhood and squeezing it, milking it. He spurted his seed inside me bathing my cervix even as the hard bulbous knob was jammed against it. I threw back my head and wailed a cry of sheer abandonment. I saw on his face the triumphant look of a male who had exacted complete submission from a ravished female. My legs which had scissored around his waist loosened and I stood on them unsteadily. I felt his cum dribbling down my thighs. We stood swaying together drunk and satiated.

He was now caressing my hips and buttocks leisurely and possessively as he looked into my eyes with a knowing smile. I kissed him, my lips nibbling the corners of his mouth, my tongue exploring his mouth entwining with his tongue. As we separated, I knew this was not a onetime coupling. It was the beginning of a new affair. I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself not too well. The rest of the night I could feel his sticky cum trickling down my inner thighs.

We left the room and joined the other guests in the main hall. We danced a couple of times together. I danced with a few others too. The party was now winding down in the early hours of the dawn. People were now taking leave in raucous, drunken bonhomie, exchanging new year greetings. I left with the friends I had come with. I saw Kamaal leave with his wife, a colorless, mousey woman of indifferent looks. My eyes met Kamaal's across the room. I saw a lingering desire in his and my own body felt a warm glow of anticipation.